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Engraved in chromes steel, is benedictions creed The road warrior's born to be free mentality, A legacy's name embossed in history, behold The American Harley Davidson Motorcycle. Fires hell bound creation, blazing down the Interstates two lane highway, feasting upon The concrete and asphalt jungle, it lives to be driven, And is driven to live. Emerging from brimstone's smoke, and hails Lightning flash, a two wheeled vehicle of deliverance, Cuts the wild heart in half, releasing mankind's Inner beast setting it free, unto the open roads Badlands, of ultimate abandonment to freedom's row. The rebel unforgiven,thus follows the lost by ways Seeking liberation’s untamed spiritual knowledge. Held firmly beneath the wings of the American eagle, and Draped within the standard most sacred Under the red, white, and blue flag, of the U.S.A. A living entity, releasing society's inhibitions, At the sound of it's mighty roar, a freed lone wolf, Racing against the winds of the restless spirit. The leather jacket's brotherhood, symbolizing A grand belief in the declaration of independence, That all men are created equal, and shall have the God given right, to seek true freedom's liberty at will. These are the modern cowboy desperado's, Riding upon dual engines of power, Time bandits whom trust in God and country alone. A stampers anvil strikes in thunders rage, Melting quick silver, speeds downwards Into a symbolic mold, leaving behind tradition's Birthmark, and the Harley Davidson symbol Is born. BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN

Copyright © | Year Posted 2014




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Date: 6/8/2014 1:39:00 PM
Awesome write my dearest friend, Cheryl, a poet in a Harley, I picture you in a leather jacket, saying watch out... Speeding down the streets painting everything quick silver like the breeze... Wild at heart... Love Linda
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Date: 6/4/2014 8:42:00 PM
OMG....... My hubby will love this poem, he's a Hatley Man, I love how much you know of the ride. This reminds me of the relationship between my hubby and his bike. Lol.or should I say his wife. Lol. Awesome ending. Ž-kat
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Date: 6/4/2014 8:02:00 PM
cheryl, it's amazing what you did for Harley with this poem. My husband adores this brand and would buy no other type of motorcycle. but I am thankful he put those days behind him! It made my hind end so sore having to go around with him on that thing. hahaha. This is a unique and inspiring write. you should send it to the company!!
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